Manic Street Preachers

write this alone on my bed
Ive poisoned every room in the house
The place is quiet and so alone
Pretend theres something worth waiting for

Theres nothing nice in my head
The adult world took it all away
I wake up with same spit in my mouth
I cannot tell if it is real or not

I try and walk in a straight line
An imitation of dignity
From despair to where
From despair to where

Outside open mouthed crowds
Pass each other as if theyre drugged
Down pale corridors of routine
Where life falls unatoned

The weak kick like straw
Till the world means less and less
Words are never enough
Just cheap tarnished glitter

I try and walk in a straight line
An imitation of dignity
From despair to where
From despair to where

A cripple walks in a straight line
An imitation of dignity
From despair to where
From despair to where